“I’m fine.”
Words barely spoken before the ground quaked and Draco’s guardian lizard lunged towards us.
Max produced a bag of moth balls.
“Moth balls.” I squeaked.
“Lizards are allergic,” he reassured, rolling balls towards the hastily retreating guardian.
“Come to Mama,” I cajoled as the unguarded egg cracked open.
Glowing eyes peeped over the broken shell. Hot breath kissed my cheek. I scooped up the last fire breathing dragon on earth and nestled it inside the fire proof box.
Fortune guaranteed.